Baby Steps

So here are some things I thought I would and could never do: Hike up a mountain with a bag about a third of my weight, camp overnight and make conversation with strangers, and pee behind a bush and in front of a horse!

So here are some things I thought I would and could never do: Hike up a mountain with a bag about a third of my weight, camp overnight and make conversation with strangers, and pee behind a bush and in front of a horse!
The weather has been against my choice of clothing. Hmph, I don’t wanna stop wearing summer clothes!!!
Also, look! I am tan. No, I didn’t go to the beach. That’s my normal skin color. And I am a-okay with that. It’s really frustrating to see all those ads about skin whitening — it’s unnatural and it’s so wrong. Why should I feel bad about what color I am? Why should I want to change the way I am? I was born that way because of some genetic mumbo jumbo that went on when my parents made me. Wanting to be different would mean wanting to have had a different set of parents, and no, I would not have wanted a different set of parents. I am happy and thankful for how I look and the way I live, and I wish other people were too.
I feel like a cheat for wanting this because instant has gone digital oh no but that is really freakin’ cool and more practical than instant film cameras. Pretty sure it doesn’t have the same feel as legit polaroids but I guess this is a good alternative for the more practical person or the person with parents who don’t understand why instant film cameras are cool but you know whatever.
So far, the past week has been a total blast! Please sense my sarcasm.
I thought these things only lasted as long as the week goes, ending when Sunday was over. Turns out, I’m wrong! As usual, of course! I was so glad to start a new week, but it started so terrible, all thanks to me.
Highlights of my sabawness:
What is wrong with me lately. I know it’s probably my sleep schedule (3AM ugh) but I really can’t help it.
I need help.
Cries.
My dad started talking about how he hates drinking, that he doesn’t want me drinking, how he condones drinkers, etc
What even
How can
Why
Are 13-year-olds really that deep already? It’s been so long ago, I can’t remember.